Chapter Forty-Three

The image of his lips on mine suddenly came to mind, and I swear that I could have had a heart attack. I almost jumped to my feet, but I knew I needed to act cool and pretend I was unaffected by him. But that was quite impossible to do when my heart was thudding in my chest with this much ferocity and the tingling sensation that was now buried in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes.” I replied, hoping my feelings were not present in my voice or tone. “She wanted to know how the children were doing.”

He nodded, pushed himself off the door where he had been leaning, and began coming towards me. I sighed. I would have preferred he kept his distance. I could not trust my body not to want him too much.

The couch I was sitting on was big enough to hold two of us, and he settled on the space beside me. Did he also notice, or was it just me? Did his body ache as much as mine did? Was I as disturbing to him as he was to me in every way? If I just stood up and put enough distance between us, then I wo